MERIDIAN JAMES AND THE OUROBORUS DAGGER
Magic doesn't exist.
All her life, fourteen-year-old Meridian James had heard these words from her dad, a brilliant scientist. And lately, he had become much more insistent before it caused either of them any more trouble.
For the record, she did try to do as he asked but her imagination was not responsible for the black rat with the tattered ear, or the strange dagger in the even stranger Mystic Emporium. And nothing in her wildest dreams came close to explaining Camp Greenwood.
MERIDIAN JAMES AND PANDORA'S JAR
Don’t be noticed. Think small. Hide.
Meridian had lived by these words from the first day she arrived at Camp Greenwood, believing it would keep her and her friends safe from other mystics ever finding out her secret. With the Red Mist growing stronger everyday, and the Nocturnal Council’s draconian actions to stop it only making things worse, no one is safe, not even at Greenwood.
When a vase breaks, a mysterious necklace is discovered, and an unwise trip to the library must be taken, Meridian feels like fate is trying to tell her something, only she is too afraid of what it might be saying to listen.
Fate has a way of getting what it wants, but will Meridian be brave enough to stop hiding because in her case, ignorance is not bliss—it’s deadly.